Easy/Lucky/Free
Yesterday afternoon I felt so exhausted and with the arrival of The Big Flow, frankly I probably would have been relieved if Melissa said she didn't want to attend Bright Eyes after all. However, it seems that sometimes when I'm really looking forward to an event, it doesn't turn out to be all that while other times when I have no expectations, it's hugely memorable.
And so it was.
Bruce said that after I left, Megan ran around the house for twenty minutes whining and couldn't be consoled. While I'm flattered, separation anxiety is not a good thing but I knew this about her going in. I guess she remembers me now.
Earlier in the day when I called Greg, he was in a foul mood due to work and had no plans to attend the concert but indicated that I might still park in his driveway before meeting at the Cork for a drink or two. I beat him to his house, he beat me to the bar where I gave him two garlics and a small jar of strawberry jam fresh from the Farmer's Market that morning in honor of his June 19th birthday. Melissa arrived, had a beer, and joked that we'd probably be the oldest people there ("what's this 'we' business - you're ten years younger than me!"). She mentioned seeing parents dropping their kids off so we couldn't resist calling out "Thanks, Dad!" when Greg gave us a ride to Memorial Park in his Jeep. I felt bad that he had to park on the street in front of his own house since my little Geo took up the whole driveway and blocked access to the one car garage but we were assured by the weather forecasters that chances of rain were minimal. Boy, were they wrong.
The weather held out during the first two acts, locals Neva Dinova and Super Furry Animals lead singer Gruff Rhys, but as luck would have, it started pouring during Bright Eyes. The hoodie of my Clarkson jacket did me little good though my blanket with its "water resistant outer shell" helped a bit. At some point though, one just has to say fuck it and so we let our hair get wet as we turned our faces toward the sky to catch rain in our mouths. The rest of the crowd likewise accepted the uncontrollable situation by dancing, sliding in the mud, having water fights, making the best of it. For that reason alone, it'll probably rank up there as one of the most memorable concerts I've ever attended, my own personal Woodstock of sorts. And the music was good, too.
Oberst got a little political towards the end calling the prez "an idiot" (to much cheering) and going on about the school district situation that's made national news. I think Melissa was a bit put off and so we left before the encore was quite over. In the meantime, Greg had called my cell twice to see how we were faring but it was too loud to talk so I returned his call on route back to Dundee. Worried about our safety, he offered to come get us but with traffic and cops (and traffic cops!) everywhere, I assured him we'd be fine.
And so we were.
And so it was.
Bruce said that after I left, Megan ran around the house for twenty minutes whining and couldn't be consoled. While I'm flattered, separation anxiety is not a good thing but I knew this about her going in. I guess she remembers me now.
Earlier in the day when I called Greg, he was in a foul mood due to work and had no plans to attend the concert but indicated that I might still park in his driveway before meeting at the Cork for a drink or two. I beat him to his house, he beat me to the bar where I gave him two garlics and a small jar of strawberry jam fresh from the Farmer's Market that morning in honor of his June 19th birthday. Melissa arrived, had a beer, and joked that we'd probably be the oldest people there ("what's this 'we' business - you're ten years younger than me!"). She mentioned seeing parents dropping their kids off so we couldn't resist calling out "Thanks, Dad!" when Greg gave us a ride to Memorial Park in his Jeep. I felt bad that he had to park on the street in front of his own house since my little Geo took up the whole driveway and blocked access to the one car garage but we were assured by the weather forecasters that chances of rain were minimal. Boy, were they wrong.
The weather held out during the first two acts, locals Neva Dinova and Super Furry Animals lead singer Gruff Rhys, but as luck would have, it started pouring during Bright Eyes. The hoodie of my Clarkson jacket did me little good though my blanket with its "water resistant outer shell" helped a bit. At some point though, one just has to say fuck it and so we let our hair get wet as we turned our faces toward the sky to catch rain in our mouths. The rest of the crowd likewise accepted the uncontrollable situation by dancing, sliding in the mud, having water fights, making the best of it. For that reason alone, it'll probably rank up there as one of the most memorable concerts I've ever attended, my own personal Woodstock of sorts. And the music was good, too.
Oberst got a little political towards the end calling the prez "an idiot" (to much cheering) and going on about the school district situation that's made national news. I think Melissa was a bit put off and so we left before the encore was quite over. In the meantime, Greg had called my cell twice to see how we were faring but it was too loud to talk so I returned his call on route back to Dundee. Worried about our safety, he offered to come get us but with traffic and cops (and traffic cops!) everywhere, I assured him we'd be fine.
And so we were.